#Gabriel Reyes x reader

[nekovmancer]

overwatch headcanons: how they say "I love you" with Ramattra, Reaper, Reinhardt, Cassidy and Hanzo

a bit angsty and some curse words ahead, but still sfw. don’t blame me, I enjoy the suffering and since you're still reading I bet you also do

also silly little juno was SMASHED by writer’s block again, please help sending a headcanon request, but read rules first

Ramattra

doesn’t say it at all, actually

he was shaped for violence, hands carefully constructed to murder

the sentience came with grief, sorrow, rage… but love? this big fella doesn’t even love himself, to begin with

it’s hard for him to cope with affection, to learn the aspects of it, mostly the very subtle nuances of reciprocation

but it’s you, and since you came along, this foreign feeling haunts him 

and when you say “I love you” first… he’s so silent you’re scared you’ve broken him with this three words alone

“How is it possible for you to love a being as myself?”

he feels the urge to say something back, but simply can’t vocalize the words he’s dying to say

you know he’s overwhelmed already, his pride contrasting his feelings, so you don’t push him too far: Ramattra shows you enough

but your words echoes in his systems for days

in one of these, he’s with you as he always do before you fall asleep, and the words just came out

“I may not have a heart, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be mine: it would be yours. It always has been.”

it’s not an explicit I love you

no, it’s much better

Reaper

you know what happens between you two must stay secretive

it’s… casual, if you can name it such

I mean, he comes to you every damn night, and most of them aren’t for sex, but for company 

and the cuddles, of course

you see him past the scars, the shadows… what lies beneath it as the ghost of a man 

and you love him nonetheless

despite all the danger that comes along with him being one of Talon’s counselors and a declared enemy to Overwatch

until one night, when he doesn’t show up and never let you know why

and this one night turns into tons

you’re broken, to say at least

he avoids you, not even a single stolen glance through briefings, no more missions together

you don’t know where you manage to find the courage to confront him, but somehow you do, so you’re cornering Reaper himself and demanding an answer 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

well, of course: you were dumb enough to get to attached

but he steps closer, so surprisingly close you can hear a shallow breath muffled by his mask

the shadows engulf you both before you can blink, and his ghostly touch stops just inches away from your cheek

“I’ve risked too much so far… but not you, not anymore”

you know what he means, you just wish you didn’t

he departs with a last glance over his shoulder, to never look back again 

if he wasn’t who he was, maybe things would be different

yet if things weren’t the same, you two wouldn’t even met

in the end, you’re left to grief in the graveyard he paths on his way away from you

Reinhardt

he’s a hero and will always be

but that doesn’t mean Reinhardt is invincible

that’s why you’re laying by his side, taking extra care to not accidentally touch the bandages covering his torso

you’re little injured from the last mission, a few scratches maybe

thanks to him, who jumped right into the moment to keep your head glued to your neck

per usual, he would be flourishing the battle tales and his epic acts, his thunderous laugh echoing through the HQ, but now?

the sadness contorting his face breaks your heart 

he stares down at you, one calloused thumb tracing under the thin line of the stitches on your cheekbone

“I’ve let them hurt you”

oh… so that’s it

“If I was a second late… I hate to even think of what could've happened”

he groans, retreating his hand and looking away 

if he could ever be more dearing, you would’ve exploded 

you cup his face and make Reinhardt look at you once again, reassuring him you’re here, safe and sound, thanks to him 

it takes a bit of convincing, but soon enough you hear one of his deep chuckles resonating in his chest and know that you’ll be just fine

“I will always be there to protect you, liebling, no matter what it takes. For I could never live in a world where there is no you by my side.”

Cassidy

he’s always flirting and teasing, so you would assume it’s all a joke

despite him throwing his arm over your shoulder and resting his head on yours every goddamn time he has a chance

and if you’re quiet and close enough, you can hear his fast heartbeats pulsing

maybe… he’s just affectionate, yeah

not that you see Cole like that with anyone else, but

you could never take him seriously, because he can never be serious for once

it’s always a wink here, a smooth darlin’ there

yet he never makes a move on you that gives you the clarity you need

so it’s it, an eternal what if

until one days he comes from a mission, all dirty and hurt

you’re surprised to see he came straightforward to you, still trying to catch his breath while holding to his injured side

but before you can drop any question, Cole smashes his lips against yours

and it feels holy 

he keeps you close when you break the kiss, trying to remind yourself how to breath

his breath is so warm against your face, and that familiar scent of smoke makes your knees weak

“I fucking meant everything I’ve ever said, doll”

for the way he just kissed you, you’re now sure he does 

Hanzo

Hanzo isn’t one to speak about his feelings openly

you’re actually surprised you’re now tiptoeing around some sort of serious relationship

at least, you think it’s serious since you barely leave each other’s side

it’s extremely hard for him to be vocal about his affection, though

sometimes, he would still flinch when you touch him out of blue

but he loves to run his fingers along your hair, your face…

your body is his to worship

and there’s this lazy morning, where he’s kissing your knuckles and embracing your waist…

you just feel you could melt right here, into him

until something cold circles your finger and your eyes snap open

a ring

a FUCKING ring

you stare at him in pure disbelief, eyes so wide they must pop out by any second

Hanzo shows the most loving smile you had ever seen, kissing your ring finger

that now has an actual engagement ring 

“Being with you everyday is still too little time. I wish nothing but foreverness with you”

[velovw]

How would OW characters love you?

(Ft. Reaper, Genji, Ramattra, Hanzo, Venture and Cassidy)

A/N: It's been quite a while, but I'm happy to share a little thing I've written.

Reaper

At first, Gabriel would refuse the idea of being in love. There was no way the thing he had become was deserving of love - nor did you deserve to be with anything like him. The confession would probably come from you, or the feelings you two have for each other would simply be locked away and forgotten with time. Unsure touches, hesitancy in communication would plague your relationship early on, leading to frustrating fights and time spent apart.

Gabriel had spent so long being Reaper, that he had forgotten how to treat another gently, softly. Years of being one of Talon’s obedient and ruthless weapon left him scarred, almost a husk of the man he one day was. Patience, lots of it, would be needed to build a healthy relationship with him. With time, he would slowly start to mimic the actions you did to him - learning from you on how to love and be loved - this could lead to Gabriel learning to love you just the way you want him to.

Not big on romantic gestures, and doesn’t like PDA. He has an underlying fear that if anyone were to find about his weak spot for you, it would mean harm your way.

Genji

A cupid 's arrow.

It would not take him long to recognize the emotions he was experiencing, as the excitement and exhilaration of a new love were familiar to him due to his youth. The anxiety and giddy feelings were difficult to overlook or ignore. He would not hesitate to express his feelings, as he was quick at noticing if someone reciprocated his affections based on their reactions to his affections. He was accustomed to this aspect of a relationship and would confidently touch and remain close to the person he was interested in whenever possible.

Due to his past, Genji would have an underlying anxiety about performing well as a partner. He was good at sweet talk, enough to make your heart flutter - but when it came down to serious conversations and fights, he would almost shut down. In the past, whenever these things happened, he would simply dump his past partners and move on - but he didn’t want to do that now. So he would be awkward, asking you what he could do to amend the wrongs and fix the situation. He would heavily depend on you to guide him in that way.

Wouldn’t be able to hide your relationship, almost always bringing you up in a conversation. Excitedly calling you his partner.

Ramattra

Love? How futile.

He had no time for such weak emotions, no time to spend worrying over your safety when you were a human - the kind he hated with his very being. No. Ramattra only spent his attention and utmost care towards the cause he believed in.

Or that's what he desperately wanted to believe.

But the amount of stress his system felt when he saw you in the middle of the battlefield, how he was reluctant to end your life right where you stood, proved it all to him that he was *wrong*. Ramattra would take what felt like a lifetime to confess, seeing you sick and injured pushed him to it - the reminder of your mortality severely affecting him. Would try to do everything at once one day, showcasing his innocent and lack of experience in *love*.

Every word, every moment would be recorded through his optics and stored forever in his hard-drive. Ramattra’s touches sometimes felt… ghostly. As if he was afraid of breaking you. But he was always sure to impose his threatening aura around strangers.

A silent reminder of your importance.

Hanzo

Throughout the most part of Hanzo's life, there were only two things he felt the most. The bitter regret and the pain of tomorrow. Losing everything came at a great cost and it shined clearly when you met Hanzo for the first time, when you tried to befriend him - the look in his eyes. Hanzo would avoid you emotionally once he feels… different. Part of him knows what he feels but another one denies it with all of his strength. Not for pride, simply because he's afraid of losing once again.

A wall to talk to. His indifference at the start would drive you crazy, driving you away until he finally realizes how much more empty he feels with your absence. Even so, does a small act of servitude by giving you your favorite food - a small attempt to see if you still care for him. Just enough so he can *try* and allow himself to feel the gentle feeling of love.

Small smiles your way, brushing your hand with his while passing by. All small but mean so, so much for Hanzo. There is no shyness, just gentleness, and no fear of showcasing such feelings in front of others.

Venture

Spending most of their life researching and excavating did really not leave any space for romance. Venture would be quick to accept the feeling, the rush of adrenaline and giddy feeling quickly taking over their mind as they realized they liked you. It would be obvious to anyone around them. The way their eyes would be searching for you in the room, quickly asking someone if they've seen you and when they do finally see you - the biggest smile they can muster.

Your name would be mentioned by them every chance they get.

A confession would take mere days, and if you weren't totally sure about them - they'd at least hope you'd let them take you out on dates so you can get to know each other better. Small trinkets of their affection would be given to you, crystals and rocks being the main source of it, secretly hoping you'd try and find the meaning of them.

Their only flaw is being overly excited about the feeling, sometimes overly romanticizing you and getting disappointed when you don't reach their standards.

Cassidy

Smooth.

Cassidy would recognize the blush that would dust his cheeks when you were around, how he seemed to want to impress and sweet talk you. That would be his way of gaining your favor slowly, calling you sweet nicknames and trying to charm you with his words. A small brush of his shoulders on yours, opening doors for you and tipping his hat when he passes by - all small acts that are meant to sweep you off of your feet.

A relationship would bloom slowly, as he would like to ride out the early fluttering feeling of love. Going through all the small showcases such as holding your hand, gifting you something meaningful before taking you out on a date and asking you two to finally be oficial. To everyone else around you, it was clear that Cassidy was courting you - and no one else dared to attempt anything. Whispers of his past holding them back on doing so.

Cassidy’s flaw would be being too warm or too cold. Either giving you hurtful but helpful advice, or comforting and unhelpful ones. It would solely depend on his mood, but you can always tell when he doesn't really wanna make decisions. Sometimes he just wants to exist, to let himself breath without any worries.

[darling-answers]

Breaking the bed/ Desk during Sex Talon Edition.

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Reaper

Coming back from a Mission just trying to enjoy his Wife company with his new found sex drive, Moira Experiments recently made his Sex drive go sky rocket. It has been a couple of weeks since he had his own wife pussy sheath on his cock, not waiting to fill in the report to Akande. He instantly heads for his living quarters with his wife, luckily living in the talon base all other agents will do there own thing and leave him to spend quality time with his beautiful sexy wife of 13 years.

The music coming from a room deep inside the huge living quarters notify Gabriel this his wife was home and she was not notified that Gabriel was home, the moment the door slam open a yell was let out, there in all her glory the one person his cock been aching to be in contact with, his beautiful wife. His tent was showing through his pants as she didn’t even hide the obvious fact he was horny for some nice warm pussy. Unbuckling the belt she gently grabbed his wife hair by the hilt and guided her body over to the bed. Shoving her face into the pillow before she could even great him, he pulled her dress up. “ No underwear, what a slut of a woman you are, do you just walk around Talon Base showing off your cuny to whoever that desperate to look at a whore.”

Dragging his cock through his wife folds, he slowly spread her lips spitting at the sweet cunt that is so deliciously slick. He gently poke his cock through her hole, coming to sheath himself fully inside, slowly coming to pull out of her and slam harder into her. Grunts come tumbling out of his mouth as he lets out a hard sigh, he gains speed as moaning and whines follow out of his wife, holding onto the headboard the bed lets out a whole bunch of squeaks before a loud crash follows out, startling his wife cause a loud scream and the muscles of her body tenses

“Fuck! your tight!” His Teeth grits as he let out a grunt, coming to slowly rub at his wife hips, “ Easy, baby, easy your alright, fuck me it scared you didn’t you, I’m sorry I guess I went to hard, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He pulls out, his cock is still rock hard as he comes to turn his wife around and rub at her stomach massaging the muscles that were strain. He puts his dick back in his boxers as he lays right next to his obvious scared wife who clearly was startled by the bed breaking

Her heart is racing as Gabriel comes to slowly rub at his wife body laying passionate kisses and firm hands to steady his wife. “ I’m so sorry again I didn’t mean to cause you to worry about me.” You did nothing wrong, you the most amazing and important person ever, thank you for all you do when I go, don’t worry about sex we can always do it later.”

Sombra

“Oh mi corderito que estas tratando de hacerme, estas tratando de poner a prueba mi paciencia no sabia que podias ser tan travieso dejame verte, desnudate para mi." She let out a growl and a purr, disappearing from view coming up behind her girlfriend, as her girlfriend lifts up her shirt cold gloves come up to gently pull and push, swirling her girlfriends nipples coming up to gently push her girlfriend skirt letting her purple underwear be hooked underneath the hacker nails, stripping her off her underwear she comes to gently play with her girlfriend folds while messing with her boobs, “ Nena sabes cuanto me gusta jugar contigo, jugar con estas chicas grandes, deberías saber que no puedo evitar querer tocarte a ti y a esta cosa bonita de aquí abajo. “

coming to swirl her clit around she kissing her neck as she bends her girlfriend over her desk, were credit card information and the latest political stunt she found from hacking for the fun of it, “ Let me make you a Mami, let these tits filled with milk as you take such good care of our baby, she has your eye, and my skin tone, please let me cum inside you.” For the first time Olivia, not Sombra, whimper as she slowly finger her girlfriend swirling her fingers inside the wet cunt of her girlfriends, “ just let go, don’t you dare keep it from me.” Sombra grunts out rocking back in forth between shoving her fingers over and over inside her girlfriend cunt, slowly hitting that spot that causing stars to shift in her girlfriend eyes, blurry eyes and vision, Sombra whimper as she shoved her hips into her girlfriend causing the desk to slowly break from under them making both of them slam into the floor, poor computer cracked but not broken, on the screen data slowly sent to all of talon high member phone. “ Olivia my, hips hurt now! I can’t feel my legs!”

She whimpers as she turns her head to look at her girlfriend who is smirking, head prop up from her elbow. “ we should do that again. Maybe instead of doing it in our room, we could have fun and use The Laboratory.” “ isn’t that M-Moira O’Deorain practical living place, she has never come out of the laboratory unless she has a mission, wouldn’t that make her mad?” “ she can piss off she already made me mad what fun would it be to get revenge!”

Sigma

don’t you even dare try to touch my baby, 😒 I love him so lemme give him some platonic affection and energy this is him breaking something but this is all just platonic.

“ Boo! I got you!.” Sigma wife shouted as she raised her hands, causing her husband who was deep in thought about the ants and fairies. The stuff around them started floating as she let out a little snort realizing that her husband was not in control with his gravity as his hand shook as he let out more stressful mumbles as he frantically moved around not noticing his wife casually floating as she gently pushed her hair down that keep coming up and higher till it couldn’t pull up anymore.

“ Mr Kruiper it time for you to come back to me now.” She a soft smile fills her face as she felt her husband look at her, “ I- I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” She felt Sigma slowly moved towards her and flat her hair that kept moving up, she was slowly pulled to the floor as object smash into the ground around them causing a groan from a passing high officer of talon, “ you did nothing wrong Bebe, let just clean up this mess together.” She mumbles as a sweet tone is filled within seibren brain as he happily giggles and start cleaning up the mess around them with his gravity, “ I’m so sorry for scaring you hun I never intended to you be to far in that headspace.” “ it alright you love me and I know that :D.”

Widowmaker

The feeling of a spider crawling into the nest that laid the innocent creature who was the center of attention. That was the feeling that both Lacroix, no widowmaker, and her innocent girlfriend bound by. No one would be breaking the web that Lacroix made for her girlfriend, not even Moira would have her hands near it,

“ Stay still for Maman a besoin que tu te détendes, tu es trop dans ta tête. Laisse-toi aller pour maman, n'essaie pas de lutter, nous y voilà, oui bébé, tu te sens si bien et si serré pour maman" Lacroix mumbled as she gently push you to ride her, bringing your hips to go down and up, trying to ride her without her guidance would be to hard for the small headspace your overdriven into. Coming to gently hold onto Lacroix breast squishing and gently push it and rubbed it, bouncing her hip up and down she let out a whine and a moan as she leaned in to kiss her Maman, “ Mummy! Mummy please, oh god oh god!” She tighten the hold of her grip on her maman breast as her cunt tighten on the strap that Widowmaker kept bouncing her on, cum started to drip all over the strap as a loud break and crash hit the couple as Lacroix let out a big sigh keeping the tight grip onto her girlfriend,

Il est temps de trouver un nouveau lit, non seulement tu m'as chevauché jusqu'à ce que notre lit soit littéralement cassé, mais maintenant le lit est tellement dangereux que nous ne pouvons pas dormir dessus." She mumbles as she come to squeeze her girlfriend butt as she gently lifted her girlfriend off the big purple strap, cum lays onto the French women lap as Lacroix gently pat her girlfriend hair coming up to gently pull a blanket over her body and pull her into another spare room of the apartment, “ this is vexing but we will make do with it until I can get a new bed for us, this time let not have you break it.” She mumbles shyly as she gently picked her girlfriend up placing her on the bed to come over and give her girlfriend as much care as she could give to someone.

Moira

“ oh, how pitiful you must be, coming to me to satisfied your urges, acting like a newborn fawn wanting there Mummy, if you really are that pitiful then me rejecting you should cause you no harm, you can whine and whimper but that will not change my mind, I have work to do go bother some other soul.” Moira let out a tisk going back to doing her latest experiment completely ignoring her wife that was horny and being difficult, normally if her wife said she had things to do she would pout and just let it go until later on, but no, she was needy and not even The Scientific Community would grasp her away from her wife. Moira let out a grunt went hands come to find her waist tugging her away from her excitement, cold slinder hands slowly come to grab around the hair of Moira wife. “ you can’t even control yourself, how can you live knowing that you will do anything to satisfy your urges, does dignity not matter to you?”

She comes to sit down in her office chair picking her wife up by the arms and laying her over her manspread legs, her butt high in the air, Moira landed spank after spank onto her wife butt as muffled wailing was heard coming from the laboratory, flipping her wife over she comes to swaddle her wife like a new born baby, gently opening up her coat letting sucking filled the laboratory, “ you do understand that your little breaks you make me take causing us to waste time with the scientific process that I have dedicated decades to. It not that I don’t appreciate you but you should learn that greedy will only get you so far.” Moira mumbles brushes few strands out of her wife hair as she suckles on her breast, gently lifting up her wife she puts her on the table after

Shooing the lab papers away from the table having them fall to the ground, removing her lab coat as her button up shirt was let open, she slowly unbuckle her pants grabbing her strap throwing lube on it from in the draw ( she doesn’t just use lube for sex, but other expirements.) She gently started rocking into her Wife, coming to slammed deep inside her over and over, her red hair getting in the way of some part of her vision as all she can see is the sweet delicious feeling of her wife cunts deeply nestled into her strap, almost like it was made for her. She lets out a hum as she racked her nails across her wide body as she comes to gently push a little to far into the table causing one of the legs of the table to get out. She stops and looks over at the broken table leg and just hums out a “ what if I test the theory of how much this table pressure can handle before it falls out? Maybe I can make use of this.”

Akande

( it wouldn’t let me add one more photo in so now I have to make do with what I have.)

“ we need to be more careful this bed can not hold on any longer then we have already went through.” he mumbled as he gripped your hand in between his face slowly coming to get in between your neck and shoulder. Letting out smooth kisses onto your neck all the way up until your lips he slowly pushed in further as his hips connected to your pelvic bone a big noticeable bump for throughout your tummy, a whine was it out of your lips as you felt Akande bring your hands down to your stomach so that you could feel how deep he was inside of you, his big hands fit with yours as he brings it back up over yours head restraining you from moving any further than where you were. He let you chuckle. as he starts seeing the bruising, that was there last time, you guys had sex slowly start forming again. Becoming big red spots to Light bruising.

“ you do know I do not have all day to entertain your thought. Well I do appreciate you and this amazing pussy. I have other… Negotiables to attend to so I cannot stay longer than I wish to. You will see me tonight and tonight will be an even better night than what it is now just you wait.” He mumbled into your ear as his big hand coming to hold onto the headboard cause it to snap into pieces of sheer strength, he let out a sigh as it has already happened before, as he slowly move some pieces of wood out of your hair.

We will need to buy a bigger bed. Soon we have already had to thrown away the others because of it, contact my company and see if we can get a new bed as soon as possible for now we will have to sleep in this spare bedroom, I apologize my love.” taking the hands of his lover, he slowly lifted her up with one arm, coming to gently have her in the bathtubs making sure to let out smooth bubbly water come to wash away her aching muscles as he mumbled something about the fact he didn’t get to cum and neither do you, but the safety of yours was more of a priority than anything.

[ya-zz]

Can I request some headcanons with Cassidy, Hanzo and Reaper? Of them holding their newborn baby for the first time? The baby fever is going crazy feral for me rn

I thought I would've gotten to this sooner, but hello, it is finally here!

This was such a cute concept and I'm really glad I got to do this and to finish it! Thank you for the patience ♥

CASSIDY

He panicked when you mentioned you were going into labour, words fumbling out his mouth in incoherent sentences that made you question whether or not he was okay.

He was there with you the entire time you were giving birth, holding your hand, moving the stuck hair from your face, wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

He never once let go of you, wanting nothing more than to soothe you throughout the entire process. 

When the moment arrived, a screaming and crying baby in the nurses hands, Cassidy immediately felt the relief run through him. 

“I am proud of you, honey.” 

“You’re okay. Everything is fine.” 

When the nurses eventually handed the small infant over to you, he witnessed your features getting soft, tears pricking your eyes once more. They weren’t painful tears, but rather tears of love. 

The baby continued to cry for a minute or two longer as the conversation around the room continued.

Cassidy sat on the edge of the bed, hand still holding yours, watching you as you admired the soft bundle in your arms

When you turned to him with a smile on your face and asked if he wanted to hold his child, his heart almost stopped. 

He had felt overwhelmed before, but this time it felt different. 

His child was in his arms, bundled up in a soft blanket.

The cries had stopped, soft noises being made and when their eyes opened, looking at the cowboy, Cassidy felt the entire room spin. 

Finally, another reason to fall in love all over again.

HANZO

Hanzo was careful throughout every stage of the pregnancy. He’d listen to you, and get you everything and anything had wanted and needed. 

The moment Hanzo saw you grimace in pain, he knew exactly what was coming.

He was quick on his feet to get you over to medbay, hand never leaving yours as he helped you settle onto the bed.

The entire time he would whisper to you, sweet little words and praises to flood your mind and to take it off of the pain you were experiencing. 

“Stay calm, sweetheart.”

“My love… You are doing amazingly.”

He would keep his fingers laced with yours all throughout the birth of your child. 

The moment that new life was brought into the world, your hand squeezed your partners hand tightly, the relief flooding through your body.

His heart fluttered as the nurses brought the newborn over to you and him. 

Every emotion was heightened when he saw you hold the small bundle and when you offered for him to hold the baby, his eyes widened. 

His hands were gentle as he took the bundle to his chest, gently rocking his arms. 

He was almost a natural, and when the cries calmed down, he chuckled. 

Hanzo saw the pride within your face as you turned to look at him. The love for you and his child was overflowing.

The archer had another reason to keep fighting. To keep living.

REAPER

Everything changed rather quickly the moment you became pregnant.

The cold demeanour was suddenly calm and caring, something of which was what you needed during the pregnancy. 

When labour came around and pain was surging, Reyes moved fast, carrying you to the medbay.

He was worried and rightly so as you cried out in pain. 

Reyes kept his hand on your forehead, soothing what pained emotions you were receiving and letting out. 

Your body was on fire for your partner did what he could to make sure you were pain-free as possible.

“Stay calm, You’re doing good.”

“Almost there, don’t worry, you’re doing well.”

He listened to your cries and it pained him, but the moment that it fell silent and another cry was heard, Reyes felt warm.

His heart felt bigger as he watched you hold your newborn baby.

Tears spilled from your eyes, Reyes moved his hand to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the warm and damp flesh.

When you held out your newborn to your partner, he hesitated, but his arms opened up and accepted the small bundle of newborn joy.

His eyes softened and he smiled, a genuine smile that made your own heart flutter with joy. 

Reyes was happy. He was in love. 

[froggibus]

Could I request some soft nsfw with Reyes during his Blackwatch era? Like he and his gn s/o (who’s maybe in Ow or Bw, choose whatever <3) just decide to take it slow and soft after a day of missions and work?

(Love your Reaper fics and your work in general 😞🫶)

Morning Glory - Gabriel Reyes

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x reader (no pronouns are used but reader has a pussy)

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: your husband has no problem being late to work if he can bask in your morning glory just a little while longer

CW: established relationship (married), finger sucking, morning sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dom/sub vibes, just some wholesome sex I swear, only the teeniest tiniest bit of plot

hey!! thanks so much for this request 💓 ive been really soft for Reyes lately so I had a lot of fun writing this ^^ I did change it a tiny bit to fit better, I hope that’s okay & you still enjoy it!! hope you’re having a wonderful day hun

Gabriel laces his fingers through yours, flattening his palms and forcing your hands further into the mattress. His brown eyes are near black, pupils bloated with lust. The golden sun from the window behind him pools on the back of his head, looking like a halo in your early morning fog.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” 

You whimper when his hips snap against yours again, the head of his cock brushing your cervix. That burning, searing knot inside of you only grows. You tighten your own grip, curling your nails into the skin on the backs of his rough hands. 

He slows down, his dick painfully still inside of you. “Y/n,” he says in that same tone you’ve seen him use with his agents. “Use your words.”

“G—good.” 

He smiles and rewards you with a kiss, pushing forward until his cock bottoms out inside of you. His hips roll into yours, the hard skin of his toned stomach brushing against the bare skin of yours. Your pussy flutters in response.

You sneak a glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the green LEDs reading dangerously close to the time you have to be at work. You squirm beneath your husband but the attempt is futile.

He kisses you once more, love and passion and the aftertaste of his protein shake flooding your mouth. The stubble on his face tickles yours, a grateful distraction from the assault on your pussy. 

“Where’re you trying to go, hm?”

You bite your lip and blink at him through tears after a particularly deep thrust, as if he’s trying to emphasise his words with every motion. “We’re gonna be late for work,” you say. “I didn’t realize it was so late, we need to get ready—”

Gabriel pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in, your whole body quivering from the sudden intensity. You cry out, eyes and hands clenching shut. You’re only vaguely aware of him laughing above you in the aftershocks of your pleasure. 

He releases your left hand, trailing his down to cup at your cheek. You flex your fingers awkwardly, the muscles stiff from the bruising grip he’s had on you all morning. He taps your face gently, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Work, work,” he taunts. His thrusts are slow once more, shallow and teasing as his cock barely dips into your heat. “I’ve been working all damn week. I can be late just once.”

He captures your lips in a ravenous kiss, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip until you submit and open wide for him. His tongue swirls around your mouth, tangling against yours, running along the backs of your teeth, feeling every part of you. 

His other hand tightens against yours with another roll of his hips. His mouth is steady on yours while he rocks back into you, building up to a steady pace that finally starts to relieve the pressure you’ve felt all morning. Every movement of his cock, every forward motion, has your walls stretching apart, splitting open against his width in a way that has your eyes rolling back.

He pulls away from you, a string of spit connecting your lips until it splits in the centre and coats your lips. He flashes you a lusty smile, running his thumb across your swollen mouth to smear it even more. He loves you like this—all desperate and messy and whiny beneath him in the morning light.

You tilt your head to look at the alarm clock once more but he fucks into you harshly, his thrusts increasing to a pace that even he struggles to keep track of. His hand grips your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes off the clock, angel.” His tone is kind but there’s a new desperation behind it, something telling you to just submit and let him use you. 

You open your mouth to protest but he slips his thumb inside, running it over the ridges of your tongue. On reflex, you close your mouth and start sucking on it, circling your tongue around it the same way you did to his cock earlier this morning.

Gabriel smirks at you, as if remembering the same thing. His other hand finally releases yours—your fingers almost numb—and grabs your waist. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck into you deeper, faster. His fingers prod into your skin and drag you to him with every thrust, meeting him halfway every time.

His thrusts are so intense that you have no choice but to close your eyes, that unbearable heat in the base of your stomach threatening to explode at any second. Your toes curl into themselves at an especially harsh thrust, stinging waves of pleasure racing up your spine until you feel dizzy.

You cry out for him, your still sore fingers lacing through the dark strands of his hair and tugging hard. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, cleaning it off in his own mouth before placing it on your waist to mirror his other hand. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” He babbles, “feel like I haven’t gotten to fuck you in forever, baby. Missed this pussy.”

You nod along with his words, but through the intense thrum of pleasure filling your ears, you hardly hear what he’s saying. You tighten your grip and arch your back, trying to angle him deeper. Gabriel follows your motion, pressing a firm hand down on your stomach, palming his cock through your skin.

He grunts at the feeling, only spurring himself further until he’s pistoning in and out of you, your walls fluttering around him in warning. Heat washes over your entire body, sweat starting to slick your temples. He presses soft kisses to your lips, grinding himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, and then your orgasm washes through you.

You clench, every muscle in your body tightening as pleasure takes over completely. Your pussy squeezes his cock, stilling his movements and sending him over the edge with you. Hot ropes of cum flood your pussy, Gabriel grabbing your face tightly and kissing you with all the desperation in the world.

You pant into the kiss, finally relaxing and letting your body drop into the mattress. Your ears ring and blackspots dance across your vision, but the feeling of your husband’s cock filling you up, his rough lips on yours, are incomparable.

Gabriel is sweating by the time he’s sliding out of you, the gushing combination of your slick and his cum running out of your pussy and staining the sheets. You look at it with a frown—you’ll have to wash those later.

He rolls off of you and glances at your alarm clock. “Wow,” he says, voice hoarse. “We’re gonna be really late for work.”

You fix him with a glare. “No kidding.”

He smiles sheepishly, though you know better than anyone he has no regrets. None whatsoever.

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[letternotekisses]

HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

[c-nstellati-ns]

prompt #17 — ftm!reaper

a/n - ty for requesting my wife i was getting tired of not seeing him more in my inbox (accidentally deleted the og ask sorryyyy :( )

You watched eagerly as Gabriel worked himself open on the bed, it was hard to try and keep yourself from touching him. You wished you had never agreed to this stupid challenge in the first place. To see him like this was like a gift from God.

Your eyes lingered on his spread thighs, wet from the slick of his own beautiful cunt. You watched as he rubbed circles on his clit, hearing as he made those positively sinful noises when the dildo he used pressed into all the right spots within him. You swallowed thickly, digging your nails into your palms to calm yourself down a tad.

A stuttered groan slips past Gabe's plush lips when the tip brushes against that soft spot within him. His eyes flutter for a moment before landing back onto you, a breathless laugh escaping from him.

"Likin' what you're seeing, guapo?" His deep, raspy voice sends a shudder down your spine. It's rough and there's a sudden urge to steal all the words from his lips. But for now, you refrain.

You nod slowly, "You look... beautiful." Your words were sluggish, as if your brain was struggling to keep up. How badly you wanted to touch him.

Gabriel grins, spreading his legs out further for you to get nothing but a good view of his aching pussy getting thoroughly fucked by that dildo you oh so envied. You both knew how much better you'd be for him, but the bet refrained you from doing anything but watch. He was confident you'd snap soon enough, so why not make a show of it?

He leans his head back onto the pillows, still holding your gaze as he increases the speed. The more the tip pressed against that soft spot within him, the more his toes curled in ecstasy. Not only that, but the hungry look on your face— that was unlike anything he's ever seen before. So filled with lust and sheer hunger for the man before you. You looked like you were going to devour Gabe the moment you had the chance to do so. It lit a fire within him, and that pressure in his stomach was quickly building.

Gabriel's pace was starting to get sloppy, his thighs twitching the closer he got. His dark skin was flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead in all places. Utterly divine. But what he says is what truly snaps your resolve.

Gabe gasps out, "I could come just from looking at you..." And then removes the dildo from his hole, leaving you to watch as his pretty, dripping cunt clenches around nothing— tempting you.

Let's just say you owed the man five bucks and a beer later.

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[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫

Gabriel held your thighs against your chest, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, making you whine and squirm from underneath him. His muscular form pushes into yours, successfully trapping you into a mating press. Gabe rumbles as he bottoms out, adjusting his positions before continuing.

"I'm gonna breed your little boy pussy till you can't take it anymore, fill you with my cum." He states, staring right into you eyes. Your face is flushed and you can't quite meet his gaze. Reaper pulls out, staying still, and right before you complain he slams back in. He continues this pace, watching your face contort with pleasure, listening to you subconsciously whale and cry for him.

His chuckle makes you buzz, the smirk on his face is prominent. "I know baby, you can take it." Gabe quietly cheers you own, clenching his jaw as you tighten around his cock. He kisses your forehead before tilting down to watch your face. He's gentle with you, besides the fact that he's pounding into you ruthlessly, watching you go dumb on his dick.

Reyes's arms comes around your front, rubbing you clit with two of his fingers. He hisses as this makes you twitch around him. Your back arches and you cum, making a mess of the sheets and his cock. Gabe doesn't stop though, still thrusting in and out of you like you were a flesh light, using you till he was satisfied.

He pulls away from you slightly, his arms wrap around your legs and hold them to his toned chest. You watch as sweat slides down his abs and his pre cum forms a sticky ring around the base of his cock. You feel yourself about to cum again, but you're scared he'll keep going, keep breeding you when you already feel so spent.

"Gabe..." You whine out his name. This makes him grunt loudly, watching you with lust blown eyes. "Gabriel please." You call out for him and you can tell it's getting him closer and closer. His hips stutter a bit but he's persistent, and you cum again on his cock. Gabe watches you twitch and clench around him, and when you scream his name one last time he pushes in harder then before, holding you on the base of his cock as he fills you with his hot cum.

[rat-king-writes]

Medic Reader

So what if Cassidy and Reaper meet a medic ?

Synopsis ; Reader (referred to as ‘you’) is a medic on base (overwatch for Cass, Talon for Reaper). You have some sort of healing ability, and are tasked with of course, healing others. This contains fluff and getting together also hand holding, watch out.

Cw ; Injury , blood , violence. (Not graphic)

Cole Cassidy :

When you had met, it was in the infirmary. Cassidy had just gotten back from an extraction, and was shot in the leg. He had come into the office covered and blood and limping. You, being a doctor, of course ran to his side so he could lean on you. You drag him into an empty room, forcing him to lay down on a cot as he swears to you “It’s not that bad.”

His injury wasn’t bad, a wound easily fixed with your enhanced medical knowledge and skills. The cowboy takes note of your quick, precise work and mutters out some sort of praise, a flirtatious tone clinging to his words. You're caught off guard by this, for one, you had no idea who he is (Which makes sense, anyone who knows Cassidy isn’t fazed by his behavior), and two: you were never one to be complimented. 

Cassidy takes notice of your sudden tense frame and they way you slightly turn your head to hide the blush on your skin. He chuckles, flashing his teeth in a toothy grin as he thanks you again before jumping off the cot and leaving. You couldn’t even process what you were feeling, let alone remind him he needs to stay off his leg. You’ll send a quick text to Angela, she’ll let him know. Hopefully.

You’ll see him again after that, whether in the infirmary getting patched up, or just around the overwatch base. Over time you both become somewhat close, conversations become deeper, and interactions become longer. Sometimes you’ll go to his quarters just to lie around, and he’ll go to yours to do the same. And you even started responding to his flirting better, opting to joke back with him, thrilled whenever you get him wide eyed and blushing. It was comfortable.

The next time you encounter the cowboy: it’s directly on the battlefield. You weren’t new to fights, to war. You have experienced it many times. Even taken lives. But that doesn’t matter, because you’re here. Surrounded by gunshots and the sickening scent of blood and death. You’re hovering over Cassidy, his blood staining your hands and invading your senses. 

Your hands are heavy as they push into the large gash on Cassidy's side, your gaze uneasy as you meet the cowboy’s eyes. Unsurprisingly, he’s smiling, the same toothy grin you would witness nearly everyday. You’re unable to resist giving him your own smile back, even as tears pool in your eyes.

The tears roll down your cheeks when Cassidy gently cups your jaw in his hand. You sob when he shakily sits up and kisses you. He then proceeds to pass out, leaving you once again scared, but determined to help him. You quickly use the best of your ability to patch him up, which gives you time to call for help. When transportation arrives you are quick to load him up into the vehicle, strapping him down and taking vitals as the machine speeds back to base.

You make quick work properly healing Cassidy once you gain access to the right materials. A few hours pass and he’s stable and fast asleep on a hospital bed. Not once did you leave his side, pulling up a chair and holding his hand for a while. Reluctantly you pull back, busying yourself with fixing up his blood stained and crushed hat. Which was actually left at the battle site, but Angela had recovered it and brought it to you. You get the stains out and readjust it so it once again returns to its original shape. 

Unbeknownst to you, Cassidy had woken up and saw you, his heart immediately swelling up with joy as he watched you carefully fix his most prized possession. He can’t conceal his awareness much longer, barking out a slight laugh when you place the hat on your head. You nearly jump out your skin when you hear him, but are quickly giggling with him once you realize what’s going on.

You dote on him every step of the way during his recovery, which Cassidy absolutely adores. Though he hates when you wake up with an aching back, because you insisted on sleeping in a chair next to his bed. Of course the kiss is still on your mind, but you can’t tell if it was a deathbed type of thing or a genuine type of thing.

You get your answer when Cassidy fully recovers. You’re helping him to his room, even though he’s cleared to walk and exist on his own, you’re still incredibly worried. Cassidy practically drags you down onto the bed when you’re both inside the room. Your face is pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped incredibly tightly around you. You gasp out a breath and squirm slightly, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Cassidy stares down at you, you up at him. And then he’s closer, and your eyes are closing and you can feel his beard against your face before your lips are finally pressed together.

You and him are then seen around base holding hands regularly.

Reaper / Gabriel Reyes :

You’re a medic in talon, specifically an understudy to Moira. Although you didn’t agree with her medical malpractice, Talon had offered you a large paycheck for your help at their base, and times are tough so. You meet Reaper a few months into your stay, though you did know who he was since he was high ranking and incredibly infamous. Luckily you steered clear.

Until today. Moira had called you into her room, complaining something in Irish as she paced around gathering materials. She turns to you and quickly starts talking about the situation. You barely are able to digest her words, your gaze focused on the unconscious man strapped to a table with wires hanging around his body. You snap out just in time to hear Moira explain to you there was an emergency and you were to watch over Reaper. 

You weren’t sure why you had to, he’s a grown man, but you just nod and sit in the spinny chair by her desk. Moira leaves without a goodbye, or an acknowledgement to your small wave. You stare at Reaper, admiring his features carefully. You even stand to walk around the square table he is placed on. He’s handsome, even with all the scars and the black puffs of smoke slowly seeping out of his body. It doesn’t deter you, instead intrigues you and you make a small glance to the files labeled in his name. But you resist the urge to snoop and plop yourself back into the spinny chair, huffing out a sigh as barely a minute has passed.  

Reaper woke up with a grunt, looking around groggily before his eyes landed on you. You pause as you're locked in what seems like a staring contest. You break the silence by quietly, nervously, explaining what Moira had told you. The parts you remembered at least. He huffs out a sigh, obviously upset by your presence. He soon speaks up, but it's a command for you to remove all the wires and iv’s from him. 

You trust he’s been through enough procedures to know what he’s doing. And you’re hopping off the stool to carefully remove all of the medical stuff from him. Reaper, although unmoving, furrows his brows at your attentiveness, you even wipe up the leaking blood from his skin when you remove an iv. He didn’t expect that, Moira doesn’t do that, and most people in Talon were dicks. So your kindness was.. Appreciated. Though he doesn’t thank you.

You step back once you're done, asking him if he’s alright or if he needs something. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, and you nod slightly before once again returning to your seat. You both sit in silence, you honestly had no idea what to do, and every glance you take at the man is met with nothing. He’s unfocused, almost distant from reality. You’re startled when he speaks again, his voice is nice. 

Reaper asks your name, which you give quickly. He’s silent for once more, but opens his mouth to ask for you to turn around, he needs to get dressed. You nod and quickly swivel yourself around so you’re facing the cabinets, you close your eyes tightly as well. You can hear some shuffling and clothes being moved around. Even though his outfit was intricate, he was done quickly and mumbles something so you know it's safe to turn around.

When you do, he’s fully suited up and at the door. You ask him if he’s allowed to go, and he just nods before stepping out. You're left alone in the room, and utterly confused on what your purpose was in the first place. Sure, you helped with the iv’s and stuff, but it felt… uneventful. Something that you thought wouldn’t be possible around the renowned Reaper. 

You see him again, in a hallway. But he’s hunched over, a clawed hand clutching on the wall so tight, you can see the paint is peeling and flaking off where it’s being gripped. Reaper’s breathing is lapsed, short, and pained. You know he knows you’re there, and as you approach him and crouch down, his mask is tilted towards you. You keep some distance, not yet comfortable with the murder machine in front of you. 

You ask if he’s okay. And what you can do to assist him. Like before, he’s quiet, save for his uneven breath. Reaper then speaks, though you can tell it’s through his teeth as his voice is strained. He tells you to stand up, and although you’re confused, you do. He then grabs onto your leg, which causes you to tense up. But you don’t fight it when you realize he’s using you as leverage. He starts to stand, grunting in pain as he hoists himself up. You help him more, grabbing onto his arm (You feel him stiffen, but you ignore it) and pull him up, urging him to lean onto you for more stability.

He does, albeit with an annoyed sigh. Through grit teeth he gives you directions to his room. You two hobble through the thankfully empty halls, and arrive at his door. You help him sit on the bed and ask him questions on his wellbeing. Reaper wishes you would just be quiet, and through his pain hazed mind he takes a hand and places it over your mouth. The sheer size of his clawed hand covers most of your face, and you are rightfully spooked into silence. 

He explains his bouts of pain, and how there is no long term relief. He lays down, taking off his mask to inhale more air. You’ve already seen his face, so he can’t really care anymore. You feel awful knowing you can’t help him, so you just sit there quietly watching over him. Which is not something you thought you would do. Neither did he. 

After that experience you would find him in more spots like this, and each and every time you would help him back to his room and watch over him. Sometimes he would ask you for something, a pillow, water, his phone. Through time, a lot of time, you two would begin in conversation. Though it was quiet and usually didn’t last long. You grew to enjoy his snarky responses and overconfident claims.

Reaper was shocked when he found himself missing your presence, and that realization quickly spiraled into him rethinking the entire relationship. Once he comes to terms with this newfound information (He broke most things in his room in a confused rage.) He seeks you out in the medical area, grabbing you by your collar and dragging you back to his room. You were incredibly confused, but you went along with it thinking he is having another pain episode.

The first thing Reaper says to you is to disregard the state of his room. You quirk a brow at the destruction but do not question it. Too focused on the half dead man still dragging you further into the room. He lets go and plops himself down on his bed, discarding his mask to the side and staring at you with his usual blank expression. You stare back with a nervous smile, waiting for him to say anything that would help you understand what was going on.

He beckons you over with a finger, and you slowly move towards the bed in front of him before sitting beside him, looking up at him with a confused look. He just stares for a bit, taking in your features before he proudly proclaims that you two are now dating. And to seal the deal he plants a chaste kiss to your brow. You are stunned, utterly gobsmacked as your jaw literally drops in awe. But you close it quickly to smile and place your own kiss to his cheek. Holding onto him tightly. 

[grievedeeply]

Ok! I got a request idea, what would hanzo and reaper reaction be to you getting caught leaving them snacks and gifts on their room while you thought they were busy doing something else?

i've tried to write this so many times already but it keeps getting eaten by tumblr sooooo this is not as good as it once was because i've written this at least 3 times.... hope you enjoy anyways :") thanks for the request!

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hanzo and reaper's s/o getting caught leaving them gifts

hanzo

he's the type of guy to believe that he doesn't deserve any of these things. he'll try to refuse them as soon as he sees them, trying to make up an excuse to say no to them

eventually, he'll give in and accept your gifts and snacks for him. he knows that he's very lucky that you did this for him and he can't help but to wonder why

he feels like he could cry over it. he isn't sure if he's happy about it or distressed. he hasn't been treated like this in so long that he forgot that people can have that much compassion

he tries to remain unreadable the entire time you're talking to him about it. showing any sort of emotion like this makes him feel really vulnerable even though he knows he's safe with you

he notices you left a note for him with the snacks and gifts and he reads it after you leave

it consists of how much you love him and how proud you are of him and his growth. it makes his chest feel really tight, but he's glad he read it. it helps him to realize he's really trying

reaper

he just stands there for a moment, watching as you giggle and arrange his gifts on the table in his room for him. you turn around with a skip in your step until you see him in the doorway

like hanzo, he refuses it. he doesn't think he deserves it, either. he doesn't even know how he managed to form this type of relationship with you even though he loves you

you'll talk him into keeping everything, telling him that you tried really hard to make sure it consists of everything he likes

it does, by the way. it reminds him of his old life. he hadn't been treated with this type of love for a long time and he wonders how he got so lucky

you thought he was away, but he was still in your mind enough to compel you to do this for him. it scares him a little

he knows he was blessed with you, and he wouldn't ever change that.

[widowmakrr]

THEIR ‘FAVORITE PART’ ABOUT YOU

COLE CASSIDY + YOUR HANDS. It can be taken both ways, really. He loves your hands, they way they so daintily slip into his own. His hands, having seen many days of work and use, aren’t as soft as they used to be. So he just loves to hold yours, feeling them smooth over every callus and lovingly squeeze to get his attention. Though he doesn’t think the size difference is all too bad, either <3.

HANZO SHIMADA + YOUR HAIR. He loves your hair, no matter the appearance it may have. He finds great satisfaction in running his hands through it, especially if you have just washed it. He loves the silky feel it has to it, and just can’t get enough. Considering his hair has been all different kinds of lengths, he has knowledge on how to brush it correctly and comfortably - so, just for you, he would be sure to offer.

REAPER (GABRIEL REYES) + YOUR THIGHS. Reaper loves them; no matter shape or size. Whilst he does prefer a general softness, he wouldn’t go out of his way to comment. To him, they are just one more thing to love on and hold. It’s a reassurance to come home from a hard day at work and know that life isn’t all that bad - and that there are gentle things to be protected, too. Also, bonus; yes, he will fall asleep on them if he’s tired enough.

LUCIO CORREIA + YOUR HEAD. Lucio really struggles picking. I mean, all of you is amazing! But if he had to pick, it would be your head. For starters, it has your face on it, which of course he adores. It has your ears, that he listens to music with - and, it has your brain. He loves watching you deep in thought, and he loves your intellect. ‘Dumb’ or ‘Smart’ - whatever you consider yourself - Lucio loves it and can’t get enough.

: silly silly overwatch men mwah mwah anyways my blog is FINALLY set up (i think) so now i can finally take requests

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 7 (Agony)

Gabriel Reyes x reader

Gabriel groaned, lying still on the bed while sweat trickled down his forehead. Each breath seemed labored as if they were being drawn through a straw. Intense pain radiated throughout his body; he tried to keep it contained within but couldn't suppress its seeping outwards entirely. A black mist was pooling on his body as it drafted onto the floor. His body was rejecting being alive, it was naturally gravitating towards its state of death. Yet the many experiments refused to let it happen. You don't think it's ever been this bad before.

Without uttering a single word, You reached out tentatively towards Gabe and placed your palm gently against his clammy skin—a silent comfort.

Gabriel snapped his head sharply towards you suddenly, causing you to flinch your hand away from him. Surprise etched across his features before morphing into irritation. The veins standing out on his neck pulsed rapidly as if he were about to explode. However, despite his initial reaction, there wasn't much left in him to muster up any real anger or annoyance. All he wanted was solitude and peace.

In response to his movement away from you, Gabriel found himself drifting further into the bed, disappearing beneath the sheets. It took several deep breaths before he managed to compose himself enough to speak. "Leave..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just leave me alone."

Despite his protests, you slipped under the sheets beside him. Your need to comfort him in his pain far outweighed your need to obey him.

Cautiously reaching out, you touched his arm lightly, your skin cool against his feverish flesh. For a moment, neither of you moved, both lost in thoughts that seemed to lurk in shadows cast by the dim light filtering through the blinds.

"Fine," his voice cracked, barely audible even to himself. "Stay," he muttered, closing his eyes tightly against the stabbing pain behind them. He turned his head away, feigning indifference as best he could manage amidst the pain.

Despite his efforts at maintaining his wall, however small the crack might seem, Gabriel found himself giving in more than he intended. Slowly but surely, his guard began slipping as exhaustion took hold. His muscles ached from the fight within him, and even though it felt like everything was falling apart piece by piece, somehow, having someone near made it bearable.

After a few minutes, he begins to shift to face you. Gabe grits his teeth at the pain moving causes him as he lets out a few groans. He slowly wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer. Your body was flush against his as he buried his face into your neck. You hear as he lets out a soft whimper.

His body was burning hot in some places and deathly cold in others.

Despite the intensity of his physical agony, Gabriel found himself unwilling or unable to resist the comfort you provided. As he held onto you tighter, his grip loosened momentarily only to tighten again as another wave of pain coursed through him. It was a cycle that seemed endless, like living his own death over and over.

Breathing heavily, his torso rising and falling unevenly as he struggled to catch his breath, Gabriel finally managed to choke out some words. "It hurts," he murmured hoarsely against your skin.

"I know.....I know," You mutter back as tears slide down your cheeks.

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[bunnyreaper]

in the most self indulgent turn of thoughts:

cod x overwatch crossover where you start out at overwatch, following reyes to blackwatch too and being so loyal to your commander and your team, until everything falls apart--overwatch falls, reyes dies and your heart is broken seeing the man you love die under a pile of rubble, dying without knowing how you really felt about him.

in the fallout you're scooped up by the 141, finding solace in your new team and the resolute captain price, getting dirty so the world can stay clean. there's no discord or disharmony like there was in blackwatch, and it feels so fucking solid.

and you hate yourself when you notice price the same way you'd noticed reyes, and you hate it even more when you notice the similarities--in their leadership style, in the fucking cigars they smoke, in the way they capture your heart and mind.

it's not long into your tenure that new problems pop up for the world, vigilantes and terrorists, namely reaper, and there's just something familiar about him that has you convinced it's gabriel.

price is the only one who believes you, and backs you on trying to track reaper down since you're familiar with him, but when reaper realises, he's tracking you back.

both commanding officers want their loyal soldiers, their girl by their side. you all end up trapped in this cycle, reaper wanting you back, price not willing to let you go.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Reunited: Reaper x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Soft sex

It’s been ten years; Ten long, cold and very lonely years since you saw your husband. You remembered the whole day down to the dot, you couldn’t help but wallow is misery from it for so long.

It was a party at the Overwatch base in Switzerland to celebrate Overwatch’s success with an infiltration and he had invited you to stay for a few days. When the fun was over and your stay ended, you bid him goodbye on the plane back your home in California to wait for his arrival. He had gotten clearance for a break from Morrison, family issues is what he said but it was really because he was thinking about settling down and starting a family. You spent the whole day cleaning and cooking for his arrival when you heard of the awful news.

The base had been bombed.

Overwatch agents showed up at your door hours later to give you the news that they could not locate Gabriel in the wreckage, all they could find was his wallet, the very small wedding photo kept in the slip was missing.

Overwatch paid you his insurances and made sure you were taken care of, by protocols and policies- but you didn’t give a shit.

They kept saying he was dead, but you knew it wasn’t true.

He was alive. Somewhere, somehow, but you knew he was alive.

For ten years, you never gave up hope, that there was some slim and nearly impossible chance that he would be found somewhere.

Your life continued on as best as you could. You wake up, go to work, come home and go to bed only to repeat the cycle every day for ten years.

Not once did you lose faith.

It happened about two months ago. You noticed things were off around you, you felt like you were being watched, you noticed things would be moved.

You would come home to a window being open that you knew you had left closed yet nothing was taken.

You would notice things like your bed had been made when you left it a mess during a bout of pressuring grief, dishes that you had left in the sink now clean and put away.

What stuck out the most was that you had heard something go bumo in the night and when you went to go investigate, you found the fireplace mantle had been meticulously cleaned, frames of pictures of you and Gabriel spotless with the glass polished.

The news of Overwatch reforming had broke and had settled in your gut an odd feeling. You knew Gabriel was out there somewhere, but somehow this news had twisted your gut in knots.

It was one of those days, you had been caught thinking over the past, still grieving, still meticulously playing with your wedding ring as you wandered around your house. The stench of cleaning supplies had your nose tingling.

Last night it had happened again. Something had been done as you slept, urging you to go through your house and clean and try to see if something was taken again.

This time something was added to your house.

You woke to find Gabriel’s old Blackwatch beanie on your end table, folded and pressed neatly, still smelling like his shampoo.

You wandered into the kitchen, intent on pulling apart the cabinets just in case whoever it was that was doing this had hidden more of Gabriel’s things somewhere else.

You bent down to start digging when you saw a dark shadow move in the corner of your eye.

You felt a presence behind you, something large and looming. You swore the air around had gotten colder. Your back stiffened, your shoulders squared, and you hesitated on turning around to face the person that was behind you. The warmth was sucked out of your home by whoever it was, you heard the creaking of what sounded like heavy boots- oh how you missed that sound.

Your heart started to pound in your ears, your eyes twitching with tears, your lips quivering as you had to bite your lips to stop from letting out a shaky breath.

The familiar scent of cinnamony warmth hit your nose.

You spun on your heel to face the intruder-

To face him.

“Gabriel?” you whimpered.

There was a big looming figure just behind the archway from the kitchen to the living room. He stood there, draped in black like he normally always did. Instead of his tight and jagged Blackwatch armor that you remember to be all shiny and glossy was now instead black leather and rubbers, a flowy black coat that obscures most of what else he’s wearing. What struck out to you the most was the mask he wore. A bone white mask against the midnight clothes he wore, shaped as though an owl skull tried to play human with the narrow eyes and the high cheeks of the mask. He looked thinner, he looked cold and pained where he stood. His hands were balled at his sides, clawed gloves in tight fists.

“(Y/n),” he echoed back.

How you’ve longed to hear your name spill from his lips once more, even if the circumstances are like this.

“Gabriel, is that really you?” you took a step forward towards the wraith.

“Mi amor-” He mirrored every step you took. “Mi amor, I’m here.”

One step closer, two steps, three until you both had crossed the distance and met under the archway.

“You’re really here…” You gently raised a hand and ghosted it over his chest. God, he really was cold, almost as though he were dead. He made no move to back away from your touch, he stood rock-still before you. You gently placed your hand on his chest, palm flat against the broad expanse of his built body. “You’re alive.”

You looked at the hollowness of the eye sockets in his mask, and somewhere in the darkness, you saw the glints of his eyes.

You moved your hands to his mask, cupping the sharp and jagged jawline. It was colder than he was and bone-smooth. He reached up carefully and wrapped his fingers around your wrists, keeping his eyes pinned to yours at all times.

“(Y/n)-”

“Let me see you, Gabriel.”

Your voice was just barely audible, the wraith tensed under your touch at those words. You both stood in complete silence for god knows how long until he had released your wrists, allowing you to slip the mask off his head.

You gasped softly, eyes widening with tears. He was just as handsome as the day you both met. He didn’t look much different. Still the thick and brooding eyebrows, the dark and warm chocolate eyes, his dark goatee that always prickled your skin in the best ways when he kissed you. His skin had a slight gray tone to it, and his face had a few deep scars along the cheeks and one across the bridge of his nose that was new, but other than that, it was still your Gabriel.

Gabriel softly cupped your cheeks and looked down at you, a few tears slipping past and dribbling down his cheeks.

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I saw you last,” he whispered.

Before you knew it, you both had your arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders and necks. Your lips were smushed together as your fingers snatched at the back of his hood while his fingers were buried in your hair. Your mouths melted together, tears flowed from both of you, both of you were shaking.

Finally breaking for air, Gabriel didn’t let you go too far before he grabbed at your waist and hoisted you up without a second thought and carried you to the bedroom he last saw over ten years ago.

Placing you on the bed as carefully as he could, you couldn’t help but lay on your back before him, your hands still grasping at his brawny shoulders. Gabriel placed one knee up on the mattress beside you, climbing on top of you. His hands were on either side of your head, caging you in beneath him. His hood had been thrown back and he was panting wildly, there was something carnal in his eyes.

Leaning back down to capture your lips in a kiss once more, he leaned his torso down just a bit lower so your chests were touching. Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it, that he could feel being this close to you again.

It felt like it was a dream, some sickly sweet dream that you would wake from and go back to a missing husband in a cold and lonely house.

But it wasn’t.

Gabriel growled into the kiss lightly, it sent tingles and little shocks down your spine and crackled a fire somewhere deep inside of you. You moaned softly into the kiss and snatched at the collar of his coat, fingers scrunching up the smooth leather and dragged him even closer to your body until there was no space between you both.

Gabriel broke the kiss with a soft growl, nosing your chin to the side to leave kisses along your jaw and down the columns of your throat. His cold body pressing against your warm flesh made your face heat up among other places. You moaned softly and he pressed a kiss right over your throat, sucking just hard enough that it would leave a mark surely in the morning.

“I’ve missed those moans, mi amor,” he purred. He took in your scent, hands balling the sheets and blankets roughly under his harsh grip. “I’ve missed the way you felt, the way you smell, the way you make me feel.”

“Gabriel,” you whined. You felt something hard start to poke at you from below. You knew what it was, what was pressed right against your nether area so closely. “Gabriel, I-”

“Say it,” he ordered.

He made eye contact with you and refused to break it. His eyes were wild, pleading, knowing what you are going to say.

“Gabriel I need you. Ten years and I need you more than ever.”

Some deeper hunger settled in his gaze, chocolate eyes going dark and lust took over him.

“I’ve waited to hear those words for years,” he hummed.

He backed off the mattress but kept you laying down on your back. He shrugged off his cloak and allowed the thick leather to pool on the floor at his feet as he toed off his boots. He grabbed at your loose pants and pulled them carefully off your body, down your legs where he took his time to admire the curves of your body so far. He was examining you, looking over the body of his wife, of his lover that he hasn’t seen in a decade.

“Tell me what you want, mi amor, and I will give it to you.”

“I want you, Gabriel. I want you to make love to me.”

Gabriel reached for your hips and drew you closer to him, just enough for your knees to bend at the edge of the bed. He hooked his fingers around your panties and dragged them down, allowing them to fall to the floor with your pants and his cloak and boots. You shivered at your bareness being exposed to the chilly room. Your soft nethers were wet, but to Gabriel, you knew it wasn’t wet enough.

Gabriel kneeled at the mattress just far down enough to pull your knees over his shoulders. Slowly and as gently as he could, he leaned his head forward and parted you with his tongue. It was cold against your hot, moist core. You whined and arched your back, Gabriel grasped your legs so you wouldn’t move as much.

It felt like days that he was licking and sucking at your womanhood, draining you of everything you had, all of the pent-up emotions you’d bottled up for a decade now just evaporating now that he was here eating you out.

Gabriel had pulled away, you’re knees were trembling as he held them. You looked up to see there was a glisten to his goatee from your slick. You hadn’t orgasmed yet, but you felt it was coiled tight within you like a cobra, ready to strike and release and let you climax finally.

Gabriel carefully wrapped your legs around his waist before he went to fumble at his belt and zipper. The damn thing was worse than wrestling a snake, not wanting to move and release until he finally managed to unravel everything and drop his pants to join yours.

You’ve missed him. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed all of this, all of him.

He was gentle, rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb, smearing the bead of pre-cum that pearled out around the head. He leaned over you, propping one knee up again on the mattress. Ever so slowly, you felt the head of his cock brush against your wet folds, you felt yourself be split from your core as his thick cock spread you apart. You grabbed at his broad shoulders as you gasped, your head turning against the mattress and sheets.

You cried out in pleasure as you felt him slip inside of you. He fit so perfectly, his thick cock stroking the insides of your plush velvet walls just tightly enough to cause blissful friction thts sent your head spinning with supernovas and galaxies before your eyes.

He fucked you slowly, he leaned down to press kisses to your sweaty flesh with his cold lips.

[froggibus]

Maybe some relationship hc’s with Reaper? Gn s/o that’s also in talon maybe? <3 (I’d prefer no nsfw hc’s 🧌)

Dating Headcanons - Reaper

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, slight hurt/comfort

CW: Gabriel being a tsundere, mentions of lore, protective! Reaper, mention of murder, mention of physical assault, mention of harassment, reader is a lower down Talon agent

I have been so excited to write Reaper lately, I don’t even know why…just the idea of him being soft makes me so happy. thank you for the request!! 💓

you may assume he’d be really nonchalant in a relationship right (right?)

WRONG this man is whipped for you

you met through work, and from the first time he saw you, he just felt this insane need to be with you all the time

it takes a lot of adjusting for him when you first start dating

he has a lot of guilt/reservations since his Blackwatch days, and he doesn’t think he’s good for you (even tho you’re literally also a talon agent)

tries to distance himself but he physically cannot stay away

once you’ve been dating for a little while, he’s practically glued to your side

he’ll do all his paperwork & analyzing with you, spend his lunch hours with you—everything

he’s also very naturally protective, whether he means to or not

you guys work with a lot of scary people, so he makes it VERY well known that you’re together and off limits

if you don’t like your Talon job, he would fight tooth and nail to get you an out (& keep you out)

some lacky harassed you at work one time and Gabe lost his mind

the guy was lucky to only to be beat to a bloody pulp and fired

if you gave the word, he would actually kill for you

you are one of the only people in the world who can help him decompress

whenever he’s with you he just relaxes (as much as he can, anyway)

will lay with you in his lap while you watch a movie and when you fall asleep, he’ll just watch you breathe for a while

always makes sure to take two days off a week now so he can spend as much time with you as possible

is a fantastic cook and makes both of you a lunch everyday

he knows how capable you are, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying

he’s fought with Akande several times over him sending you on dangerous missions, which just lead to him being put on every assignment with you

your other squad members are always TERRIFIED when THE Reaper tags along on your missions

all of your assignments are like kindergarten to him though, and over time your squad ends up being grateful for your boyfriend’s presence

tbh everyone is terrified of him, and it’s even more terrifying when they see him being all sweet with you in the cafeteria

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[tonberry-yoda]

Reaper's Wife - Reaper

Pairing - Reaper x f!reader

Warnings - mention of blood

Word Count - 1,383

Notes - there's a voice line between reaper and widow where they talk about reaper's wife and it just inspired me to write this! i hope everyone enjoys because i am a huge fan of this teddy bear and got a brainrot smh. i hope everyone has a great rest of their day/night and stays hydrated!! enjoy!!! <333

Not a lot of people know about Reaper's wife.

Gabriel Reyes. An old officer. A fighter. A killer. A monster. Nothing more. Always in excruciating pain and never able to catch a break.

No matter how many people surrounded that man, he would still have secrets. Thousands. Even with the people he is closest to.

"Wait, you have a wife?!" Sombra's jaw was to the floor in disbelief.

"I thought you knew this." Reyes put his face in his hands and sat down. He was already in enough pain, he didn't need a headache on top of that.

"I know a lot about everyone, sure, but not about you! You know it would be nice if you shared a little more about yourself."

"We aren't friends, Sombra." Reyes pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sure, but does that really matter in the long run?" Sombra was checking all over her databases for even an ounce of information on who Gabriel's wife could be. "I would've liked to know that Mr. Dark and Brooding would have a cute little wife at home."

"What are we talking about in here?" Everyone recognized Widowmaker's thick French accent as she walked into the room with a dramatic fluffy robe and 2 cups of coffee.

"Cute face mask," Sombra giggled and took the other coffee that Widowmaker had. "No wonder your skin always looks so great."

"Maybe I'll show you my routine sometime," Widowmaker smiled and sat down on a nearby couch. "But I seriously doubt you were talking about my flawless skin, Sombra. Tell me. What were you and Reyes talking about?"

"Don't answer that." Reyes' voice was clearly angry, but Sombra didn't care one bit.

"Reaper has a wife!" Her voice was just as surprised as when she found out moments ago.

Widowmaker, on the other hand, just chuckled, modestly covering her mouth.

"Widow, did you know this or something?!"

"I've known since the day I met him, chère."

"What?! Am I the only one out of the loop here?! Not fair!" Sombra threw her arms down like a child and pouted.

Moira walked into the room already dressed and ready for battle. "I heard we were talking about Reyes' wife?"

"¡Oh vamos! You have got to be kidding me!" Sombra just took an angry sip from her coffee cup. "What do you know about her, Moira, since you're so keen on knowing everything about everyone."

"I thought that was your job, hacker."

"Shut up and just tell me! I want to put it in my records."

"No, absolutely not! We don't need her lingering in your records, Sombra." Reaper stood up. "Moira, don't you da-"

"She's one of the strongest women I've ever met. An interesting soul, that's for sure."

Reaper groaned and buried his face in a throw pillow.

"You've met her?!" Now Sombra was interested.

"Of course I have. I think everyone has in Talon except you, Sombra. Sorry."

Sombra just crossed her arms with a little pout. "It doesn't matter, just tell me more."

"I don't think I mentioned this yet, but she is beautiful. Reyes' sure knows how to pick them."

"Shut up." Reaper's voice was muffled in the pillow and everyone could tell that he was blushing.

"She's not a fighter, but I guarantee she could be if provoked. I would absolutely love to run some experiments on her if given the chance."

"Okay Moira!" Reaper sat up, now furious. "That's enough! Lay one finger on her and I'll kill you."

Moira just sighed and left the room, mumbling to herself about some experiment she's been working on.

Sombra just groaned, leaning back on the couch she was sitting on. "It's not faiiiiirrrrrr!!!"

"What's not fair?" Reyes' voice was getting more and more frustrated. Why did he have to work around these psychopaths?

"I want to meet your wife so baaaaaad!!!"

"I'm with Sombra on this one," Widowmaker stared into her empty coffee cup and back up at Reyes. "Let her meet y/n. I bet she would like her."

"I don't care who would like who! Plus... um..." Gabriel's face went bright red and he looked away.

"Ah, I see." Widow giggled, placing her empty cup on a nearby table. "Things aren't going so well at home, huh?"

"Um..." Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck, his face going a dark shade of crimson. "It's not really that it's more... uhm... how do I say this without sounding like an asshole."

"Ooooohhh." Widowmaker came to realization with a smirk. "You haven't talked to her in a while, have you?"

Reyes went silent and Sombra turned to him, looking concerned. "When is the last time you talked to her?"

Reyes stayed quiet and her and Widow turned to each other with a plan brewing in their heads. If they were going to be a menacing duo to Reaper, they really had to go for it now.

~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~

Reyes walked back to the hideout reeking of sweat and blood. Probably exhaustion on top of that. He needed to soak in a bath for the rest of eternity, maybe that would make his aching body stop, even for a second.

"Well, it was very kind of you to invite me over, Widow."

Reyes quickly paused hearing a familiar voice. Your voice. You could kill him. He needed to find a way out and fast.

"Ah, Reaper!" Sombra spotted him from across the living quarters and quickly ran up to him before he could get away. "Good to see you! Wow, you look like shit! Perfect condition for your surprise." Sombra smirked something of malice and assholery.

She was just milking it at this point.

Reaper walked into the living room with his mask over his face, helping hide it's bright red tint. You saw him and ran up to him immediately. "Gabriel! Oh my god, you're okay! You don't know how worried I was!"

He looked up at you, clearly shocked. "You were worried about me?"

"Of course I was worried about you!" You moved his mask away from his face and gave him a kiss on the lips before a slap on the face that left his cheek a stinging red. "What the hell, Reyes! You could've at least called! I was worried sick that you may have died or that stupid scientist tried something! If you do that again, I will kill you, do you understand me?!"

Reyes' attention went to the other two girls in the room, who were snickering at both of you. He grabbed you by the shoulder and led you to the bathroom. "Look, I don't want them to hear about our marital problems, okay? Let's take it in here."

"Fine." You grumbled, allowing the tight grip he had on your arm.

Gabriel slammed the bathroom door shut and threw off his mask before holding you in a tight embrace. You quickly hugged him back with a smile, not caring that he smelled like iron and sweat.

"I'm just happy to see that you're doing okay, Gabe. I don't like being out of contact for that long."

"I know." He pulled away and chuckled at the bright red stain he left on you.

You looked down at your now blood stained tank top and looked at Gabriel with a pout in your lip. "Are you kidding me?"

"My bad."

You just giggled and slipped off your shirt, starting a bath for the two of you. "You are a menace, you know that, Gabe?"

"I try." He landed a few kisses on your bare collarbone as you felt for the right temperature.

"You could've at least called." Your voice was small and sad. Gabriel never usually sees you this way, so it always catches him off guard.

"I'm sorry."

"It's just more odd that Widowmaker sounded more eager than you did for my arrival."

Gabriel sighed, undressing himself. "It's not like that, really. I'm happy you're here, I just hate when you see me like this."

"I understand, love. I just want to see you more often. We are married, you know?"

"I promise I'll make an effort to see you more often, my angel." He pressed a kiss onto your cheek and led you into the tub with him.

You couldn't stay mad at death himself.

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